[Bronze Match] Fierach vs. Kytana

[Midus Sonners]

Description

We have finally reached the final round! A ring has been set up in the middle of the stadium, decorated as if both fighters were being put on display at a museum. The arena floor was made of marble, shined and presentable. Outside, grass lines the ground, with camermen and journalists standing at a good enough distance to get coverage of the fight to happen. Tether posts, pillars, and even two statues of a lions placed near the north edge, it was a scene worthy of an Olympian event such as the GTB. The golden trophy awaited on a pedestal to the north, ready to be awarded to the winner of this match. Alex Luther sat in a throne near the trophy, ready to watch the finals as the last president before him had did. The crowd around the fighters go wild, cheering and awaiting a spectacular performance from both participants.

Field Measurements

The diameter of this circular ring is just at thirty feet; and is rose three feet off the ground.

Ten Count Boundary

Standard ring count rules. Touch the grass and the ten count begins. Stay above the ground for more than ten seconds, and it starts the ten count.  

[KytanaTheThief]

Robyn was beginning to wonder if this tournament was turning into one long bout of déjà vu. Not only had she fought that succubus b***h in the third round, here she was fighting for third again. At least she had given it her all...fighting that amazon tank had been to her disadvantage from the get-go. And this time...this time she was going to go for third instead of fourth. Get a little bit better, upset the déjà vu feeling.

The vixen eyed the arena where the last losers were to have one of the final fights of the tournament. Simple...plain...the GTB seemed to start and end on that note. No distractions, no extras. She kind of liked it like that. Just plain skill against skill; whatever the fighters brought with them was what they had available. The fox waved to the cheers from the crowd as she entered the stage, flashing her fanged grin. Even if she hadn’t won...this tournament had been more of a success than last time. Selene was almost...content, in her mind. Oh, always thirsty, but currently not the rampaging tide against her will that happened so often.

The fox was content to wait however long for her opponent, but would take the time to warmup (and show off a little), pulling out her staff and tossing it into the air where the small rod extended to its five foot full length. She caught it spinning, and began twirling it around in highly impractical but nonetheless impressive maneuvers. She never stayed facing one direction long, turning in practiced steps and making sure her opponent would find it difficult to catch her by surprise.  

[Fierach]

If she was expecting her opponent to take her by surprise, she would be disappointed. James was not such an opponent to resort to such unsavory tactics in a tournament. Ambush and killing was something he was more then capable of, but he always respected the sanctity of the arena.

His bruises and cuts healed from the last match, James wondered briefly how his last opponent would fare without a hand. Too much killing intent present in that one moment, he figured.

"Sorry I'm late" he greeted Robyn with a smile. The oriental daemonslayer was dressed in his usual casual gear. armored and reinforced jacket, pants, with a pair of sunglasses. Very stylish.

Fox girl. She was probably cunning, and fast. They usually were. James himself bore no obvious weapons on his body, but he was confident in his demeanor, facing the staff-wielder unarmed.  

[KytanaTheThief]

Robyn didn’t really expect there to be any surprises....but it was always better safe than sorry. Getting distracted, and one good hit was all it took for her to suddenly be backseat in her own mind. When her opponent came up, she gave him a cocky grin, flashing her fangs as the staff in her hands suddenly stopped, smacking into her gloved palm. ”S’alright. Gave me time fer a good warmup.”

The fox girl would position her staff so she would be able to bow, hands in front of her. ”Well, we both made it this far. Might as well end it in style. You ready?” She would come up from her bow and smoothly shift into a forward stance, her right foot in front. Her ears were perky and her tail lashed behind her as she waited for her final opponent’s response, be it words or action. She was definitely looking forward to fighting someone else who had made it as far as she had in the tournament.  

[Fierach]

James bowed himself, although not fully. It was more of an, "After you" gesture. with his hands out to the sides as he walked toward Robyn. When he was just within range of her staff, the martial artist pivoted on his left, back foot and brought up his right leg to slam the end of Robyn's staff into the ground under his heel.

All of the women in this tournament had been tougher or cleverer then the men. Time to see if the fox girl could live up to his expectations.

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Energy Meter
3/15  

[KytanaTheThief]

As if Robyn would let him get that far. Just because she was polite and fun-loving didn’t mean she wouldn’t be wary of any attack. Her green eyes flashed in anticipation as he closed on her, her gloved hands twisting her grip on the weapon.

The vixen’s tail lashed when James lifted his leg, immediately stepping back and swinging the left end of her staff down. She switched her grip as she used the momentum to aim the now lower end into her opponent’s right leg. It might be to her detriment, but the fox had a habit of feeling out her opponents rather than going all in, and she tended to probe at their defenses with simple attacks.  

[Fierach]

The end of the staff jabbed into James's right leg, forcing him to put it back down behind him. He looked relatively unfazed by the strike however, it was a relatively light hit, and the both of them knew it.

Aimming so low gave James an easy chance at just grabbing the staff though, as he hunched over slightly and grabbed at the end with both hands from on high.

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Energy Meter
+1 Passive Gain
4/15